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(Nick)

It gives us

an excellent opportunity

to give something back

to our community.

(man)

Yeah, but are you sure

this is going to work?

I mean, are telethons

for a disease?

Works for PBS.

And who pays

for the studio?

Don't need a studio.

We'll do it remote

from my dad's church.

(Farris)

We're not working

in the dark here.

A community in Miami

did exactly the same thing.

They raised almost $1 million

for their center.

We just got back

from seeing it.

They've got

one hell of an operation.

(woman)

Don't you have

a TV show or something?

[laughter]

No, no, I'm just--

just on the news sometimes.

Every chance he gets.

I knew it.

I knew

I recognized you.

You're, like,

the mayor

or something.

You ought to hire

this woman, Farris.

She's got bigger plans for me

than you do.

(woman)

Oh, whoo.

(Nick)

That's all right.

That's okay.

(Farris)

I think I'll pass

on that one.

(woman)

I'm sorry.

[laughter]

(Nick)

I'm the assistant

district attorney,

so you're going to have

to follow my orders.

(woman)

You got it, Mr. D.A.

All right.

So are you up

for the house special?

Well,

what is it?

[laughter]

I'll surprise you.

I bet you will.

Don't be scared.

[tape squealing]

[woman over tape]

You got it, Mr. D.A.

(Reverend Styles)

Those are jokes, folks.

Loosen up.

[laughter]

But seriously, now,

I have the honor

of introducing the man

whose tireless dedication

to family, community,

and duty

has inspired us all.

He's the one

who has showed us

we could all make

our dreams become realities:

my son, Nick Styles.

(woman)

Ooh, there he is.

(girl)

That's Mommy and Daddy.

Yeah, look at him.

There's Daddy.

Uh-huh.

When I was a kid

out here on these streets

playing ball or whatever,

I used to get annoyed

wh everybody called me PK,

or Preacher's Kid.

I thought it was

a wisecrack.

It wasn't until I got older

that I realized

that it was a badge of honor

that I'm proud to wear.

Everything that I am,

everything that I will be

I owe to my mom--

[whispers]

Oh, baby.

And to my dad.

[applause]

God, this is great.

You can't buy this.

U.B., this is real.

Yeah?

That's even better.

[singing choral music]

Excuse me,

telephone for you,

Mrs. Styles.

Yeah, Mrs. Styles,

I'm sorry to bother you,

but the power went out,

and the girls are pretty scared.

Did you call

the power company?

[woman over phone]

They were going

to send somebody

right over.

(Alice)

Right over?

You're dealing

with the city, honey.

Right over

could mean tomorrow.

Look,

I'm coming right back.

In the meantime--

[knock at door]

Hold on,

there's the door.

[eerie music]

[ominous music]

Trouble?

Everything's okay,

Mrs. Styles.

(Reverend Styles)

We have just received

a donation

from Renee's Barbecue

for $300.

Is everything okay?

Mm-hmm, false alarm.

Anyone else?

[eerie music]

[blows]

(girl)

Is it really

our birthday,

mister power man?

Yes, it is.

It really is.

Now, listen.

Before I go put

the lights back on,

isn't there something

that everybody always does

at birthday parties?

Make a wish.

Blow out

the candles.

Who's going to help me

blow out the candles?

[together]

Me. Me. Me.

Okay, here we go

One...

[together]

Two, three.

[blowing]

(girl)

We hope you get your wish,

mister power man.

Oh, I'm getting it,

sweetheart.

I'm getting it

tonight.

Your eye

looks kind of funny.

(woman)

We don't say

things like that.

It's kind of mean.

(Blake)

No, no, it's okay.

[whispers]

This is my magic eye.

I can see what people

are thinking with this eye.

Right now,

you're thinking,

"I'm so sleepy.

It's way past

my bedtime."

(girls)

No, no, no.

Yes, it is.

[laughs]

Off you go, now.

You're really great

with kids.

Well, you just have to get

inside their heads.

That's all.

[dish clangs]

[together]

Oh.

[woman laughs]

One, two--

You know what?

We have to get you guys

all hosed down.

Look ayou;

you're a mess.

Do you need

anything else?

No, no, just five minutes

at the main panel,

and you'll be all lit up

like Broadway.

Just sign here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, Nick, this feels

kind of heavy.

Well, open it up.

Actually,

it's for you, son.

[phones ringing]

[eerie music]

It's--it's $10,000.

thud!

[Nick over TV]

"Assistant District Attorney

Nick Styles:

"seven years ago,

fate allowed me

"to meet

this very special man.

"In the blink of an eye

one evening,

"you changed my life,

my future, my destiny.

"And now, finally,

I have the chance

"to pay you back.

"How do you let someone know

"that they've never left

your thoughts in all that time?

"How do you do to them

what they have done to you?

[together]

"I have never forgotten,

"Assistant District Attorney

Nick Styles.

And after tonight, I know

that you will never forget me."

Perfect.

Well, he didn't sign it.

I guess we're just going

to have to thank

this wonderful person

in our prayers.

[laughing]

'Cause if I'm

not mistaken--

ding!

Yes, this $10,000

puts us over the top!

[cheering]

I thank you.

[laughing]

[applause]

[eerie music]

[laughing]

I'm tired.

Thank you.

You were having a good time

up there tonight, Dad.

Oh, yeah.

You know something,

Nick?

I could get to like

this TV thing.

[eerie music]

[ominous music]

I'm gonna stop by

e bank on the way home,

toss this baby

into the night deposit.

Mm-hmm.

(Nick)

Make sure it's not

the Bank of Tahiti.

Yeah, you need

some protection

on the way

to the bank there, Farris?

Larry, this is

my neighborhood.

I'm okay.

You need a ride?

No.

[laughs]

Take care, now.

City hall,

here we come.

To hell

with city hall.

Washington,

here we come.

[door latch clicking]

(Nick)

The night is young,

porcupine.

[laughing]

Hello?

Hello?

[eerie music]

[light clicks]

[groaning]

Mrs. Styles,

you're home already?

Well, it's 2:
00

in the morning, Debbie.

The girls go to sleep

okay?

I don't--

I don't remember.

Um, the power guy was here,

and--and then--

[sighs and groans]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[music stops]

[horns honking]

[keys jingling]

Goddamn keys.

Excuse me, mister,

you got a light?

My cigarette's--

Take a hike, a**hole;

I got business here.

But--

I said hit the f***ing--

[muffled groaning]

[man over radio]

And it's a bright, sunny 7:00

a.m. in Southern California,

but what do I know?

I'm just in this little room

with no windows.

I just say

what they tell me, folks.

Slow news day, everybody.

Russia still falling apart,

L.A. still dying of thirst,

and I still haven't been laid

in a month.

Hey, you catch that telethon

last night for the twin towers?

I don't know.

I think Nick Styles

is going to be

the next Jerry Lewis.

But seriously, folks,

it was for a great cause.

I just kid the guy

'cause I love him, you know?

Everybody knows he's going

to be the next mayor,

so we'd better start

kissing his butt--

[eerie music]

[vacuum cleaner running]

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